Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 201: The Loser Grindelwald
A back rub?

Harry was no longer sleepy.

However, he still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and politely declined Vivi's invitation.

After hanging up the phone, Harry took two deep breaths and returned to the dormitory.

To be honest, it's really hard for him to resist when such a pretty big sister invites him to take a bath together, right?
Of course, after returning to the dormitory, Harry did not forget to invite Neville and Seamus, but they both needed to go home for Christmas.

"My mother said that unless she dies one day, I will celebrate the festival with her."

Seamus said helplessly, in fact he also wanted to celebrate the festival with his friends.

"Grandma is alone at home, I have to stay with her." Neville said obediently.

Of course, this is also what Neville was thinking. After all, his parents were both hospitalized in St. Mungo's Hospital, and his grandmother was the only one at home. If he didn't go home to spend the holiday with his grandmother, she would be alone at home.

This is undoubtedly a very sad thing for an old man.

Seamus's situation is rather special, his grandmother is an Italian wizard, so... his mother has some Italian habits.

"Then we will send you gifts." Ron said regretfully: "Do you have any snacks you want to eat? Maybe we can exchange some snacks during this holiday."

"Let's try some new products from the Muggle world. There should be many delicious drinks besides Coke, right?" Neville asked curiously.

"Of course, Muggles have made great progress in diet." Ron patted his chest, as if he knew Muggles very well.

If you don’t know, you might think he is a little wizard of Muggle origin.

Then again, after all, Arthur Weasley, Ron's father, is the director of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, so it's not surprising that he knows about items in the Muggle world.

Since the next day was the weekend, they were not in a hurry to go to bed. Instead, they chatted animatedly in the dormitory and imagined their future after graduation.

If the fifth graders talking about this kind of thing is a precautionary measure, then it is a bit far-fetched for the third graders to start thinking about it.

As the holidays approached, most students lost their patience in studying, even those in the Duel Hut.

At the last Duel Lodge gathering before the Christmas holiday, everyone was a little absent-minded, still muttering about what to do during the holiday.

Harry didn't say much because he really didn't have much time. Cassandra dragged him to practice developing spells together, just like a hundred years ago.

Sebastian, who was floating on the ceiling, had moist eyes.

It's back, it's all back!

That's it!

There were not many students studying in the hall. Apart from a few top students like Hermione who were eager for academic performance, a few students who truly loved learning, and some students who had deceived themselves, most of the students were noisy, forming gangs to play wizard chess or poker.

"This is really shocking!" Ron said indignantly, holding the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"What's wrong?" the person next to him asked with concern.

"Look at this!" Ron pointed angrily at the content on the Daily Prophet and said, "This year's Wizard Chess World Championship was held in Seoul. Because Hamilton did not put the chess piece on the lid of the chess box, the Korean wizards judged it as a foul according to the Korean wizard chess rules and Hamilton was sentenced to lose!"

"What? How can you be so shameless!" the students next to him said indignantly.

Although they don't watch Wizards Chess, such shameless behavior still refreshed their views.

"I told you so long ago, you see."

Hermione picked up the Korean flag on the Daily Prophet, pointed at it and said, "Look, the red represents their brothers in the north who are always ready to march south!; the blue represents their American daddy who is always rubbing against them; the black represents the culture plagiarized from the neighboring sovereign country, and the white represents the basically non-existent history... and..."

"Anything else?" Ron raised his eyebrows, approving Hermione's interpretation.

"And green. Green represents the sportsmanship of the Korean people," said Hermione.

"But I don't see any green... Oh! I see!" Ron slapped his thigh and gave Hermione a thumbs up: "This interpretation is really great. I also think they are really shameless..."

Harry thought of the teacher from Cao County a hundred years ago...

To be honest, that teacher is indeed a coward. At least Professor Garrick thinks so, and Professor Haoying thinks even more so.

Professor Haoying was more radical. She was always mumbling something like barbarians were ruining the country, but of course Harry couldn't understand her.

"Well, let's watch something happy." Neville put away the books on the table, "Even if we are angry, we can't change the result of the game. We can only wait for the Ministry of Magic to protest."

The Ministry protests?
Ron thought about that Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge...

Does he still have the nerve?
"We must strike hard at this time!" Cassandra said on the side: "If we allow this tiny country to bully Britain, then Britain will become a laughing stock in the world!"

"What's the point? We can barely handle Argentina," Hermione said frustratedly.

Cassandra obviously hasn't come to terms with what happened a hundred years ago. It should be said that in the era when Cassandra lived, both the British wizarding world and the Muggle world were powerful.

Of course, it is different now. Ever since the First World War, Britain has been on a downward spiral, and this was even more so in the 1980s.

First, Marshal Mountbatten became the king of bomb resistance at sea, and then he almost got into trouble in the Falkland Islands.

"How could that be?" Cassandra couldn't accept it.

"We almost didn't take the Falklands," Seamus shrugged. "How can we manage Great Britain with those incompetent Muggles?"

In fact, at the upper level, the wizarding world and the Muggle world are not separated. After all, they all prosper and suffer together. The Muggle royal family and 10 Downing Street have always maintained contact with the Ministry of Magic.

However, the wizarding world that had been bloodbathed by Voldemort clearly had a gap, making the already lack of successors in the British wizarding world even worse.

"You can't be patriotic only when you win, can you?" Hermione said with a shrug.

This incident was destined to be just an episode, but Cassandra was obviously thinking about it.

She thought of Vivi, who was determined to revive the Austrian wizarding world, and decided that when she returned to the Malfoys, she would talk to her father and brother about the current situation in the British wizarding world.

The holiday soon arrived as scheduled, and after Harry finished cleaning his room, he saw Sirius sitting in the common room.

Seeing Harry coming out, Sirius waved his hand gracefully.

"Harry," he said, smiling, "Merry Christmas."

"You too, Sirius," Harry replied with a smile.

Hermione rolled her eyes and pointed to the calendar beside her and said, "If I remember correctly, it should be December 12th now, which is not Christmas Day, so it's still a little early for us to say 'Happy Christmas'."

"You're right, clever girl." Sirius said with a smile.

After saying that, he lowered his head and said to Harry: "Lily was like this at the beginning..."

"Lily?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"That's Harry's mother." Sirius patted Harry's shoulder and said, "Let's go, I've got the carriage waiting outside. We can set off when Professor Lupin comes."

As they walked out, Sirius whispered to Harry, "Don't worry, I calculated the moon... the full moon is on the 27th after Christmas."

"That's great." Harry was also very happy, as it meant that Professor Lupin could have a peaceful Christmas. He asked Sirius and the others to wait in the carriage first, and he went to the hall.

"I thought you were going to keep me waiting like this, Pot."

A haughty voice rang out. It was Cassandra.

Cassandra was very beautiful today, wearing an orthodox black robe and white lace gloves given to her by Harry. She looked like an orthodox Slytherin beauty.

And he is the most outstanding one.

On the way here, Harry had been struggling with what to do.

In the past summer vacations, Cassandra had always asked Harry to hold hands - according to Cassandra, that was the etiquette of a follower...

Harry did believe it, and he did so for several years...

But now he has realized what's going on. Holding hands is indeed a bit ambiguous, but adhering to his long-standing habit, it is better to keep it as before. At least it can bring the two closer together.

But...what should I do?

He quickly made up his mind and decided to pretend that he was not paying attention, and everything happened silently.

"How come?" Harry cleared his throat and half extended his hand, "Let's go together."

When he reached out his hand, he was actually already prepared - if Cassandra didn't take it, he would take his hand back and scratch his head to avoid the awkward atmosphere.

Everything is according to his plan.

Cassandra stared at Harry's outstretched hand in a daze. She didn't expect Harry to take the initiative to extend his hand.

"You are indeed a qualified little follower, Pote."

Cassandra finally smiled, and the little mole under her eye seemed to be stained with a layer of brilliance.

You can see that she is really happy.

She reached out and placed her hand on Harry's arm.

"Let's go," she said, "Don't let your little animal friends wait anxiously..."

"Little animal friends?" Harry didn't react.

"Yes, yes." Cassandra raised her head slightly. "Look, that beaver Granger, the red-haired mole Weasley, and your dog godfather - aren't they little animals?"

Harry couldn't help but be stunned.

Well, even after all this time, Cassandra is still Cassandra.

"Okay, good boy, don't give people nicknames." Harry cleared his throat and said, "At least don't say it in front of them, okay?"

"Are you begging me?" Cassandra asked with a smile.

Harry pretended to be serious and said, "Yes, I am begging you, please, Cassandra."

"Oh, then I decide to accept the follower's request." Cassandra raised the corner of her mouth and walked out of the hall with Harry.

Sirius, who was sitting next to the carriage, didn't expect that Harry came with Cassandra. He didn't expect that his godson would be walking here with the arm of the eldest Slytherin sister.

Fork, I...

He suddenly remembered Lupin's advice.

Hey, I'm sorry, Fork.

Look at our big son, he knows how to get something for free!

He even took the most juicy cabbage from the Malfoy family!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

No, there's something even more gratifying.

What would be the reaction of the evil Miss Grindelwald if she knew that Harry and Malfoy were so close?

As a godfather, Sirius wouldn't tell Vivi about anything, but that didn't mean he didn't like to have fun.

Shura Field or something...

Sirius, who had been cheated by Vivi once, certainly didn't mind seeing Miss Grindelwald become a loser.

Whenever he thought of the loser Miss Grindelwald, Sirius couldn't suppress the smile.

"Your dog godfather smiled a little..."

Cassandra spoke softly to Harry, but she didn't say the obscene words at the end.

After all, he is Harry's godfather, so he should be kind to him. What if Harry is unhappy?
But she knew that Harry was a very sentimental child.

Harry thought that Sirius was proud to see him being so close to the beautiful girl, so he smiled and said, "He is my godfather after all, and a good friend of my father. Maybe he feels proud?"

"What is he proud of?" Cassandra asked knowingly.

Harry's face turned slightly red. He knew what the old godfather was proud of, but he was too shy to say it directly to Cassandra, so he coughed twice and said, "Maybe he thinks his godson has grown up."

After saying that, he quickly changed the subject: "I just asked Pappy to come over, why can't I see her now?"

"You also made an appointment with the donkey?" Cassandra asked suspiciously.

"Hey! How can you say that to me!"

Pabli's unhappy voice sounded from behind them. Cassandra turned her head and saw Pabli in ghost form.

No wonder I didn’t hear any sound just now. It turns out that Pabbie was following behind in ghost form.

How can a ghost make footsteps?
"Hey! Cassandra!" Pabbie pointed at Cassandra in a naive manner. "I'm a unicorn! How can you call me a donkey!"

"Oh." Cassandra waved her hand indifferently and said to Harry, "It seems that this school has a sad donkey from now on..."

Pabbie was furious. She grabbed her Hufflepuff robes and bit them in her mouth, staring at Cassandra with gritted teeth.

"Let's go," Harry said to Pappy, and then looked at Cassandra: "You too, Cassandra, why do you want to bully Pappy?"

"Because it's fun."

Cassandra said with a smile, not feeling that there was anything wrong with being scolded by her little follower.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)